The Naked Truth

What is this existence that we old gheys call life? If mankind vanishes will everything that has been acknowledged still exist? Do I only exist when you click on my blog? Are you ghey friendly or are you just a curious straight cunt? How can you be so ugly with only one head?Someone once said there are no stupid questions only stupid answers, that person was beaten to death with a half brick, shoved into a plastic barrel full of lemon (the murderer had no lime) and buried in a land fill in Canada.

Yahoo questions is like a black-hole that mongs gravitate to in order to learn. They have the power of the Intershed at their webbed fingers but choose to ask other web fingered mongs instead.

Is there life after death has been a question that has been asked for thousands of years, it has now been dumbed down by Yahoo to this.

If you die what happens to your facebook?

Does it delete itself or is it left all lonely and that?

We of course worry about our blogs cos we is sad fucks, especially those who have a post ready for when they die. Yes, Old Knudsen's death post is extremely funny and he has also scheduled 100 further posts because entertaining you straight cunts for free is what he lives, er sorry dies for. I won't be commenting much but I don't anyway. Comments are for lesbians, sports hacks and of course prisoners being tortured with candle wax and parcel string by the NYC police dept.Other questions have been:

What's the difference between day classes and night classes?

Are there any differences between day classes and night classes at a community college?

Would I have to graduate later if I take night classes instead?Why are the holes in cats fur always in the right places for their eyes?

Girlfriend aint had a period since?

Ok im kinda worried here since my g/f got pregnant and all, she isnt been havein her period do u think the baby is drinkin the blood???

Monitor into mirror?

Hi. Does anyone know if it's possible to use a background that would essentially turn my computer monitor into a mirror? Scanning a mirror doesn't work.

Is it ok to touch yourself when you hear your parents have sex?

"I know it may sound weird, but my parents have very loud sex and sometimes late at night I can hear them and I cant help but touch myself. Is this bad or is it something other people have done too?"

Old Knudsen would like to answer this question for his reader. It is as normal as jerking off over ghey porn and snuff films. It was ok for Jesus so it should be ok for you.......... or are you antisemitic you four by two, five by two, half-past two , box of glue and kangaroo hating cunt? Don't get me started on those darkies.

Then there is the fascination with violence. 8 out of 10 yahoo users have never been in a fight or dangerous situation of any kind but they are drawn to it like flies round shite.

Have you ever been shot at by a real gun?How can I win a fist fight without being scared?How do you fight someone bigger, stronger and faster that you?Have you ever been beat up in a fight..?

Old Knudsen shall answer these:

Depends on yer reality, good training or fighting disabled people, with a weapon, yes.

Old Knudsen has questions even he cannot answer. Have a go if you dare.

1) Are there any unguided missiles?

2)Could crop-circles be the work of a cereal killer?

3)What happens if you go on a survival course - and you don't pass?

Tomorrow there will be a test so I strongly advise you go home and crib for all you are fucking worth. I said go.....now! Fuck off.

Predator On The Run

A shallow debaser, a ghey fool amongst fools, a shadow searching for the sun before I can exist. America hates me, I hate me, everyone hates me. It sucks being a Knudsen, just ask my mom., An outcast, a mongrel, a trash monkey, a jizz hound. I eat, speak and mix pure crap. Lounge lizards look down upon me, I am homosexual and proud, I am the world famous Old Knudsen thrown out of the, United States

Special Thanks

My special thanks to the Port Authority, Ellis Island, NYPD, Philip Morris, Colonel Sanders, Gilligan and the Skipper, the guy who invented ghey pornography, the hairy legged washed up B movie star who lives upstairs, and of course his royal highness Pope John-Paul III. No thanks however to Uncle Sam and all those assholes at City Hall who deported me for the minor offense of molestation in the subway. Thank you to the Romanian / Peruvian/ Australian / British / American / Serbian army for training me in the deadly arts of Special Farces, self-rimming and making me a deadly keeler. Thank you to Barry's Tea, Tayto crisps and Arthur Guinness. A special thanks to my right hand for now being my only companion. I love you too Lefty, but not quite as much. Thank you to MJ for introducing me to hordes of her dried up lesbian pen-pals and the smell of her gas. I now have more stored gas fragrances than Estee Lauder. But most of all, thank you to me. Without Knudsen the world would be shittier than a Harlem crapper after a half eaten bucket of greasy fried chicken. Duller than a blog dedicated purely to kittens and horses. Worse than the Beatles animated car-tune movie, and lastly, more lonely than an ageing female Canadian blogger.